Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Belize and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Q65 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
The Residents,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
The Last Poets,
Jeff Lynne,
Ken Boothe,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Public Enemy,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.